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"Oh yeah, you really understand the meaning of loyalty!" Andrew found Jake amusing and laughed. "Well, if you won't talk, I'll just have to call Natasha over here." Jake was stunned, then sneered. "If you're going to bluff, at least make it believable. You're just a staff of Rhodes Corporation. Who do you think you're to call Madam Vostkoff over? Do you even know her nickname? Ever heard of the Black Widow? She's the most powerful woman in Jayrodale." Andrew ignored him and proceeded to dial Natasha's number.

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

Her beauty was dazzling, and her womanly allure could light someone’s blood on fire and even arouse a monk. In each of the four corners sat a man. They exuded strong, belligerent auras, and their gazes were sharp as if they were ready to attack at any time. The woman was Lindsay, the eldest daughter of the Ludwig family. Black was her symbolic color and also the color she remained faithful to. Those who knew her called her ‘Black Widow’ in private because even though they knew she was married, they had never seen her husband— his name was the only thing they knew about him.

She tried to reach for her phone once again but realized she had become paralyzed. Her vision soon became blurry as more underlings emerged from the gate. She counted more than six and before she lost consciousness, said inwardly, "Queen Scorpion, this is your end."

The walls trembled as if the island itself had grown weary of holding so much hatred and darkness within its bounds. Serena stood at the center of it all, glowing with a light not born of this world. Her wolf, Nene, had fully awakened within her—feral and majestic, divine and merciless. Power pulsed from her body in waves, like a second heartbeat, loud and resonating. Her white hair whipped around her like a stormcloud, her silver eyes lit with blinding resolve.

Their breathing was heavy and I could see the looks of terror on their faces. On the other side of the ridge stood Michael and Vee. They had also lost hope, and about a dozen mutant dogs surrounded them. Their sharp teeth are gritting badly, and I can feel their urge to tear the team apart. At the top of the ridge stood the venom woman herself, her long black hair curling around her neck like a snake, and all her black mamba snakes were hissing angrily around her. The sight of her alone fuelled my anger more, and I couldn't wait to tear her apart. I was angry and happy at the same time. I was angry that she was the woman that made me feel useless in front of my team and happy that she was th

However, Caeruleus moved behind them and pushed their backs so they will forcefully bow before the Dark Child. “Show yourself!” Finrod dared. The one in the center moved to get rid of the hood. To their surprise, it revealed a female face. “I am the Dark Child.” The woman almost looked the same as Ellaine except for her silver hair. “Prince Finrod, it is nice of you to come visit my palace.” He tried to be freed of the lashed rope but he was wake and injured. “And you, Inwë, long time no see?” Ellaine looked behind her and saw no one. She looked back at the Dark Child who still looked at her directly.

Morrigan's footsteps are light as she strides gracefully and silently in the hallway of the palace to the east side of the palace where the Prince Regent and Mathias stay. Her bare foot touching the cold marble floor as the sky lit up occasionally by the threatening storm. Her face was covered with a black veil hiding her identity. Only her beautiful eyes void of life tells the silent agony that she had kept within her. Her hair sways at every step of hers. This is the right time to exact her revenge. Her hand grips the dagger in her hand as her silent footsteps come in contact with the cold floor. The roaring thunder and the lightning illuminating the palace's dark hallway, casting a shadow

I tilt my head up to the person who just talked. I narrow my eyes. "Who are you, by the way?" The woman smiles. She has curly black shiny hair. has a dark skin but is beautiful. "I was the leader of the witches in the real world. when we sensed that the royal blood soldier was in danger. We make a sacrifice to return here inside the prison box.Even if we knew that we couldn't go back if the royal blood soldier died in the hands of the hybrid. Wanda is a thousand-year old half-witch, wolf, and vampire. Who do we think has already escaped from his coffin? The underworld that all of the creatures back then jointly built was already collapsed. Our power detects that. And thank God that we decide

"Did you really think you could intimdate me because you're loaded with money? Because you're an Austin? Do you think your money has any value to me? Think again. "You're looking remorseful now because you've realized who I am. What if you didn't get to know my identity? Let me tell you, learn to respect people regardless of who or what they are. This attitude of yours won't get you anywhere in life. "I screamed because I thought that substance was something else. By the way, you asked if my parents can afford that wine. To answer you, my parents can buy you and everything involving you and they'll still have change. I am Annabelle Siromani and you will not disrespect me or my family."